(This is part two of the sexual superheroes series. Part one is here: https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/captain-cumshot-saves-the-day)
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Captain Cumshot flopped bodily onto bed.
"Man, that was one tough night!" he said.
His girlfriend Shauna lay on the bed. She'd been reading, awaiting his return, even as the bedside clock had ticked past 3am.
"I'm so sorry!" she said, laying her head on his chest. "But remember: You do so much good in the world."
Captain Cumshot - real name Clark Andrews - didn't reply.
"How many tonight?" asked Shauna.
Captain Cumshot raised his fingers to count.
"Eleven," he said eventually. "And I only found one of them even remotely attractive."
"Jeez. That's tough."
"Yeah. I mean, it's not difficult. I can still shoot my load across their faces, and into their mouths. A couple of them tonight wanted me to spray their arseholes. That was a nice change. It helps to mix it up a bit sometimes."
Shauna reached inside Captain Cumshot's fly and began massaging his cock.
"Are you serious?" he said.
"I am so fucking horny. I've been waiting for you to get home."
"All I can manage is regular sex."
Shauna sighed.
"Pussy, ass," continued her boyfriend. "Nothing else."
"You know I need more. I need your sperm on my skin."
"I just can't. It's like I've been working all night as a chef in a kitchen, and then you ask me to make you dinner."
Shauna sighed again, and released her boyfriend's cock, even though it was now the rock-hard ten inches she loved. For a minute it stood exposed and solid, pointing to the ceiling, before it began to soften.
"Have you had any thoughts about your superhero training?" asked Clark.
Shauna jumped to a sitting position. She grabbed a notebook from the side table.
"I've been thinking about my name," she said eagerly. "I was thinking about The Facial Fiend. And then, in the newspapers, they'll call me The Filthy Facial Fiend."
"You sure? It sounds a bit evil."
"I checked the dictionary. There's actually more than one meaning. The first one implies evil, but the second is just that you're an enthusiast of a particular thing."
"True. And, yeah, you really are a fiend for those facial cumshots."
That much was an understatement, thought Shauna, as her boyfriend turned over and headed off to sleep.
As often happened, she found herself thinking back to the first time a guy came on her face. It was an accident, of course. She was 17 and sucking the guy off, ready for him to cum in her mouth. But he'd got carried away. As he thrusted against her mouth, his cock had slipped out.
The rest was history. Wonderful history. He had sprayed her face wildly with cum.
He began frantically apologising, of course. He was a good kid from a good family, and she was his first.
But Shauna had barely heard him.
She was climaxing like never before. The most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced rattled through her body in response to the sperm splashing against her face. It felt like every single orgasm in human history had been added together and dropped on her from a great height.
She cried out. Her pussy involuntarily squirted. She clasped a breast and nipple, and felt a second wave arrive before the first had even completely finished.
Her boyfriend backed away anxiously, no idea what was happening. He would later say he thought she was having a fit.
But she wasn't. Oh, far from it.
Thirty seconds later she lay panting on the bed, covered in sweat, feeling as relaxed as any human can possibly be.
She suspected what had happened. But couldn't believe it.
She was one of them.
She was sexually supernatural. She had a sexual superpower. She'd read about this in books, of course. But it was such a crazy thought.
A few hours later she tested it to be sure. She sucked her boyfriend's cock, then knelt in front of him and ordered him to jerk off across her face.
He didn't need asking a second time.
The same thing happened to her as the ropes of cum splattered against her cheekbones and mouth. Pure orgasmic bliss. No less strong than the first time.
That boyfriend didn't last. It turned out that, while all guys say they're into facial cumshots, surprisingly few really are. Lots of guys said they found it ... icky.
And so it was, a few days later as she laid in bed with an intense craving for another facial cumshot, that Captain Cumshot materialised in her room.
When she saw him, and he saw her, they gazed at each other curiously. There was a slight pause in time. The air was electric.
It was love. Both she and Clark knew then that they were destined to be together.
If that wasn't enough, the first time he came on her face - minutes later - sealed the deal.
She had orgasmed more powerfully than ever before, shocked that it was even possible, as his supernatural quantities of sperm had drenched her face and filled her mouth.
"You're cute," Captain Cumshot had said, panting as his cock wilted. "That was incredible. It's never been that intense for me. And I orgasm, like, 20 times every night."
"Can we make this a regular thing?" Shauna had asked, wiping the cum off her body.
"I can't. We superheroes have, uh, a code of ethics. We can't get involved with people we rescue."
Shauna's heart had dropped as Captain Cumshot walked out of her door. He wouldn't even accept a cup of coffee.
It was wrong. She knew then that she loved him, and would have to have him.
But, as it would turn out, that wasn't the last she would see of Captain Cumshot.
She moved from boyfriend to boyfriend, each of them initially delighted at her fetish for having her face sprayed with semen, but quickly becoming exasperated when it turned out that was all she really wanted. Sure, she would fuck them. Sure, she would take their cocks into her pussy, ass and mouth. But it always led to the same destination, and she wanted it sooner rather than later.
Even the guys she found on sex websites that said they had a facial cumshot fetish couldn't keep up.
She needed more than they could give. Twice, three or even four times a day.
And so, on the lonely nights in her bedroom, she found that Captain Cumshot would again materialise, responding supernaturally to her insane but absolute need to have her face sprayed.
Captain Cumshot tried hard to keep it formal. He would cum, and then go.
On the 10th time, as she towelled the sperm from her face, she broke down in tears and explained how she felt about him - and about how each time he left it felt like somebody was ripping out her heart.
And that's when Clark had told her he felt the same way - and how he had figured out a way around it.
Superhero training.
This had a bad rap following the whole Batman and Dick Grayson thing.
But it was clear even to the authorities that Shauna had a superpower that needed developing. One superhero taking another under their wing was not that unusual.
That was a year ago, and they had moved in together almost immediately.
She'd filled in the application forms to become a registered sexual superhero. She'd paid the fee. Now she was just waiting for confirmation to come through.
With Captain Cumshot snoring in the bed, she took out the costume that she'd had made.
It was awesome. Skin tight. Figure hugging. And she had an amazing figure. Her costume was designed to make men hard when they saw it. It succeeded.
She pulled the costume on. It felt amazing as she examined herself in the full-length mirror. It was resistant to liquids, of course, because otherwise it'd get filthy after just a few superhero visits.
